Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Let me introduce you to the end….

Trying to reduce my carbon footprint. Took a test that said if everyone in the world consumed like I did that they would need 5.5 earth’s to sustain that lifestyle. Trying to slim down. Opened a mutual fund account today, only sustainable Canadian companies who also value diversity, there was some index explaining it. Also, wanted to subscribe to National Geographic again, I love maps, but gonna try and get an online subscription. Same for Toronto life, I love their recipes. Even made my facebook page green, I’ve saved 0.03lbs of CO2 from entering the atmosphere.

Lets celebrate.

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Monday, April 28, 2008

Is summer over already?

Think I just bid a fond farewell to the city that connected me and my girlfriend. I wonder if I would be where I am today if it wasn’t for Montreal. Room 402, Molson Hall, popcorn stuck in your teeth from Biftek, garlic potatoes delivered from Boustans’ clashing with the bitter Boreal blonde. I never wanted to sleep in; the bed propped up on pieces of particle board pained my back, and why not, I had a whole city of aliens, and old friends to visit.

My second home; half Montreal, half amazing. Free from the oppression of Toronto, my mind was allowed to wander. Who knew I’d grow to love, who knew I’d grow into the man I am today. She was infuriatingly smart, I had to change and fast. Not really change I guess...but apply myself.

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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Thinking of reviving the blog circle.

just putting it out there...

I was part of a crew then got too famous and struck out on my own...
maybe they'll see this...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

It's hard to keep track of you, falling through the sky

Not really sure what’s been happening to me lately. With a song in my heart, I’ll press my finger tips to the subway window and gently flex them to the softest down beats of the music. As I emerge from the dark tunnels to the bridge at Broadview, or the old houses by Jane, or most favorably, the cemetery north of St Claire, I pulse colour from my fingertips. Well, not really from my fingers, the colour is already there, it just sort of smudges as my fingers pass before my field of vision. I leave bright trails, as all coulors run together along the path my fingers have ventured, swallowing green hillsides, and erasing cars.

I’ll smile crookedly, and let my eyes glaze over as I curl my fingers and dig beneath the public veneer of the world at large. I can swirl great pools of brightly coloured vortexes and let it drip and stain the ground as my hands drop to my sides. I hide it guiltily like it’s a murder weapon. I hide it like I want to get caught.

I can close one eye and position my thumb over your face only to remove it to have it look like someone attacked a picture of you with photoshop. I suppose the most important part, other than the master pieces I stroke out of mid air, is the fact that beneath the canvass that we rarely see beyond, there is still beauty. To me it seems like the world is oil based.

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

...lets not try to figure this out all at once...

So it’s been about a week and a bit since my tragic encounter with Cindy in that convenience store, and I’m still puzzled as to what to do. I have her card after 5 years of longing for way to reach her. I’ve sat down a few times and attempted to email her but never found the words. And I seem to be okay with that. Maybe I’m just glad to have the ball in my court for the 1st time. I could rip it up if I wanted, I really could. Maybe I'll just keep it in my wallet for a little longer...

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

handing sandwiches out at the gates of hell

I recently had the opportunity to see Samantha Power speak at the local Indigo. She wrote a landmark book on America’s involvement during genocides, that Steve loved and cited probably everyday while we lived together on Thorncliffe. She wrote a new one about this peacekeeper and was being interviewed by Heather of those “Heather’s pick” stickers.

For the most part she spoke about Barak Obama as she was an advisor to him, and it reminded me when you’re at a concert and bands reluctantly play their hit that’s years old at the behest of a crowd that hasn’t bothered to buy their new album.

One thing that she said stood out, because of the specificity of the internet we can get exactly the news we want no more no less. We self identify and compartmentalize and insolate ourselves far away from ugly truths like genocide because “African slaughter fields” didn’t pop up in our search engine when we entered celebrity gossip. She says we’re lacking these “serendipitous encounters with inconvenient truths” and I tend to agree.

If I hadn’t subscribed to the Globe back in ’04 I never would have heard about the Orange revolution, and I never would have gone to Ukraine and I never would have started down the path that many credit as my launching pad to my current success. What else are we missing, by choice or otherwise?

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Sunday, April 13, 2008

Anger will pass, as will the world you know

It appears my friends are ill equipped to handle a zombie apocalypse.

To help them I’m providing them with a helpful list as compiled by anti-zombie warrior Max Brooks.

1. Organize before they rise
2. They feel no fear, why should you?
3. Use your head, cut off theirs
4. Blades don’t need reloading (take that Graham!)
5. Ideal protection = tight clothes and short hair
6. Get up a stair case, then destroy it
7. Get out of the care and onto a bike
8. Keep moving, keep low, keep quiet, keep alert
9. No place is safe, only safer
10. The zombie maybe gone but the threat lives on.

This isn’t some stupid list, it’s been battle tested and takes into consideration outbreaks regardless of type, durations or locale.

Graham- Your fool hearty ways will visit disaster on the rest of the group. My suggestion is to use him as a decoy.
Janice- You’re greatest strength is also your biggest weakness. Good call on being a vegetarian, fresh, healthy meat will be hard to come by. But unfortunately (?) you don’t have the killer instinct
Jason- You’re a good problem solver but you’re stubborn. I’d say it’s because you’re from Alberta, but I think you all are.
Zita- My money’s on you. You’re resourceful, and your size works for you. You can fit into small places and require minimal food to heat and energize you.

Best of luck to all of you, but fortune doesn’t favour the bold in this case. There’s only one goal. To survive.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

The simplest things

Working from home is really getting to me. Productivity is down this quarter, and I’m afraid it’s gonna cost me. I have one contract on the go and it just cant compete with You Tube. Now I got a second fulltime job and it is gonna make completing my first pretty hard and even worse eliminate You Tube all together. My life hasn’t changed much since I started working, I still get on much like I did in undergrad, and I’m worried that will all come to a screeching halt.

On the bright side, I will be traveling to Germany and Poland next month; I’m actually angling to get to Kosovo just to say that I did it. I’m a fan of revolution whether or not its justified and I wanna be there in their first year. It’s kind of like taking that sloppy mess home from the bar just to say you could. Yup that’s Kosovo, the big sweaty hammer case of the Balkans.

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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Thats the sound of settling

Allow me to be self indulgent for a moment. This is my 200th post and I know people stopped reading me long ago. It’s sort of like being isolated, where you slip deeper into irrelevancy and grow more disturbed with each passing day without the comfort of a human caressing their keyboard for your sake. There’s plenty of spam bots that you think would keep me company, but invites to online poker or to make money from home grow tiresome fast.

If you listen to a lonely drum long enough you’d be surprised at just how hollow it becomes.

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Monday, April 07, 2008

In the not so distant future...revisited

Sometimes I imagine my hands like large mechanical pincers such as a robot would have. Too bulky to feel the delicacies of a lovers embrace, but unrefined as to be painful even to the slightest touch. Smashing your bones means I love you, and ignoring you would probably be a blessing in this case.

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Friday, April 04, 2008

It was exactly how I pictured it, except in a convinience store, and i was dirty, and it really didn't go that well...

I’ve always imagined how it would happen, my cold, scared eyes catching hers as I huddle against a brick wall. Maybe she would crouch down and ask what happened and wonder at the promise I once shown as she dropped a loonie in my cup. Or I’d be in a booth at a swank bar surrounded by women and she’d come up to serve me and only then realize her mistake.

For the past 5 years I’ve wondered where we’d meet, what I would say and more importantly what she would. Not much, not much beyond “…you’ll have to remind me…” I could have sworn she was still wearing the bracelet I bought her as she asked me this.

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